When Zhao Jian came back from washing her hands, a dish had already come out of the pot. After she had finished her meal, she sat down, and the following dishes had come out one after another.

She doesn't care about what Ji Rufeng said to Zhao Weili just now. Anyway, the relationship between her and Zhao family won't be better.

After the master of the Zhao family wanted her to marry the Baron, her last hope was broken. If she no longer had any expectations for the Zhao family, it didn't matter what their attitude and practice were.

After two people have had lunch, Ji Rufeng's mobile phone rings. It's Wang Feng.

"Mr. Ji, I've already inquired about what you asked me to inquire about. Mr. Gu needs an assistant. It's better to be more careful. I've recommended Miss Jiang."

"That's good." They are very close, Zhao Jian also heard Wang Feng's words, Ji Rufeng gave her a look that you see I can keep my word.

"But..." Wang Feng wants to talk but stops.

Zhao Jian shrugged her shoulders. She didn't believe it was so easy.

"What?"

Sure enough, Wang Feng said: "Mr. Gu saw Miss Jiang's works and thought it was very good. He has decided to employ Miss Jiang as an assistant. However, he recently participated in a painting exhibition abroad, and it will take him some time to come back. This time..."

Wang Feng did not continue to say, but who can not understand the meaning of the words?

Zhao Jian curls her lips and gets up to pour some water. Ji Rufeng grabs her hand and scratches her fingertips in her palm. She just refuses to let go.

She looked funny and sat on his lap.

She had changed her home clothes, comfortable round neck T-shirt and soft sports shorts, revealing her long white legs. At this time, she deliberately rubbed his legs.

After a meal, the man raised his hand and pressed her leg, turned his head and continued to talk on the phone, "Gu Yi didn't tell her to go to the studio?"

"No

"And when will he be back?"

"Probably Two or three months? "

"Damn, did he go to the art exhibition or did he go looking for flowers and willows? Can he still afford a paintbrush in two or three months? "

Wang Feng said, "this You should ask Mr. Gu. "

Ji Rufeng frowned. He thought he could throw the pot in a week, but now he turned it into a piece of brown candy.

Two or three months?

When he thought about the days when he played on the floor intermittently, he felt that the days in the future would not be easy.

Zhao Jian did not speak.

She raised her hand over his chest. Recently, she was learning to write Chinese characters. She grew up abroad. Her knowledge of Chinese characters was limited to recognition and pronunciation. It took a lot of effort to write.

After half a month's practice, I have made some achievements, at least I won't write wrong words any more.

She gave him a smile and said in a low voice that only they could hear: "Rufeng, do you think I wrote this word right?"

Ji Rufeng had a bad feeling in her heart, but she started without waiting for him to refuse.

Soft FINGERTIP stroke in his chest, strength is not big, no pain, but, people can not ignore.

Wang Feng didn't know what they were doing. Seeing that he didn't speak all the time, he asked, "Mr. Ji, how do you deal with this matter? Let Miss Jiang practice at home? Or would you like to make a studio for her in the gallery? "

"Miss Ji, can you guess what I wrote?"

She leaned close to his ear and breathed out.

Ji Rufeng's eyebrows jump wildly. He doesn't know how the ancient emperors enjoyed the happiness of the same people. Now, Zhao Jian is a woman, and he can't resist it. He wants to "repair" the woman who is dominating him.

However, before I could do it, I heard a gentle voice on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Wang, what does Mr. Ji say?"

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